Friday!

Between work and weather and malarky, I didn't quite have my head screwed on the normal way this week.

There's a strange, antsy torpor that besets when I'm ready for a new season, straining to see signs of transition. The light from indoors right now holds the promise of spring. And I can vividly imagine green shoots and the scent of hyacinths. But the air outside betrays me and the perfectly reasonable, seasonal chill seems suddenly beyond intolerable.

The winter has been a blur of change, so I'm imbuing the idea of Spring with a move towards some semblance of new normal, no less exciting but a little more familiar and more rhythmic. I imagine days opening up and getting back to longer runs, Beau coming more and more into himself too.